Away unto thy watch, and, when the king's
A-bed, be here.35
Par. I shall, my lord—and 't please your majesty,
I shall.[Exeunt
Scene III
Enter the Queen Amasia, Bellamino her favourite, Drollio, Attendants
Bel. What is the matter, madam, that the court
Is in such clouds to-night?
The king feigns mirth and freeness; but withal
Flashes of fury make escapes.
Queen. 'Tis strange,
My lord, you should not know.5
Bel. Faith, madam, I
Know nothing.
Queen. Troth, nor I; but I suspect.
The clock no sooner struck, but all the statesmen
Started, as if they had been to run a race,
And the king told me 'twere fit I took my rest.10
There's something in't; but these designs of state
We women know no more than our own fate.
To turn our talk—faith, my lord, where lies
That beauty, that so captivates you all?
She has a graceful garb, 'tis true.15
Bel. Who, madam? Francelia?
O, she has a dainty foot and daintier hand,
An eye, round as a globe, and black as jet,
So full of majesty and life, that when
It most denies, it most invites.20
Queen. These parts she has indeed; but is here all?
Bel. All? heaven forbid!
Her hair's so preciously fair and soft,
That, were she fall'n into some river, and
In danger, one would make a conscience25
To save her life, for fear of spoiling it.
Her lips are gently swelled, like unto
Some blushing cherry, that hath newly tasted
The dew from heaven; and her cheeks
Queen. Hold, hold, my lord!30
All this is poetry: a painter could
Not flatter more. To my eye, now,
She is so slender! She's scarce, I think, a span
About i' th' middle.
